It's been a while huh? I mean, at this point I'm sure you guys know just how bad my upload schedule is... But I'm sorry!
Here we go another 4 Chapters! Please Enjoy!
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"Hmm, vell, Mercie for ze word of varning, but I am... how d'you say? Capable? Of looking after myself, Oui?"
"Well, just looking out for you is all." the girl said with a small shake of her head before talking to her friend.
Fluer looked back at the dark skinned boy and raised a delicate eyebrow. So Andrew Potter just randomly attacked a tower full of other students? Practically unprovoked? The same boy who was adamant against this tournament because those who enter it are in constant danger, despite the prize? Something didn't add up here. Fluer loved puzzles and was excited to start putting this one together.
Book 4 – Chapter 10: A History Lesson!
Three nights had passed since the Goblet had been set and placed in the Great Hall, many students including Hermione were frequently seen by the artifact taking notes or studying the runes carved into the device. Well, study them as closely as they could seeing as how Dumbledore had placed an age line around the Goblet to exclude any of the younger years from having any ideas.
It was on a Tuesday when the twins; Fred and George, loudly proclaimed that they had cracked the code and were about enter their names into the Goblet. The rest of Gryffindor house seemed to realise that this could only end in comedy and opted to follow the twins to the Hall.
"You aren't coming?" Harry asked turning to look back at Andrew.
"No, I'm still really busy with this law thing." the dark skinned boy groaned as he threw his head back. He understood what was being said but he couldn't find a way to crack down on this.
"Well, you need any help?" Harry asked.
"No, it's fine, go watch those idiots fail miserably." Andrew responded with a small laugh.
Harry sighed shouted a quick thank you and ran out of the common room to catch up with the rest of his house.
Andrew figured that he should probably head out as well, getting fresh air was never a bad idea.
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Andrew made his way towards the black lake and climbed the large oak tree that rested beside the body of water. He found a rather stable branch and balanced himself, placing on foot on the branch while letting the other hang off and resting his back and head against the trunk of the tree.
"You look comfortable."
Turning he saw Su and smiled.
"Hey, yeah. Quite."
There was a moment of silence as the two of them merely enjoyed the relative silence.
"You know, there are rumors about us." Su said, keeping her eyes facing forward.
"Really?"
"Indeed."
"What are the rumors about?" he asked curiously.
"Well, people seem to believe that we are in item." she replied, still staring out at the lake.
"Really? I wonder why they think that." Andrew said sincerely.
"It's Hogwarts. I'm surprised you haven't heard."
"Well, I suppose I have been rather busy lately."
"Oh? What with? Maybe I can help."
"It's legal stuff." Andrew said with a small shrug. "I've noticed the story books based on Harry and mine's life. Not that they aren't interesting, but completely nonfactual. I want to know what we can do about that." Andrew said with a shrug.
"Hmm, well. My mother's a barista maybe she can help you out."
"Really?" Andrew asked suddenly excited.
"I mean, I can send her an owl and see what she has to say." Su replied with a shrug.
In a fluid motion Andrew jumped down the branch, landing in front of Su and wrapped his arms around her giving her a tight hug.
"You're amazing! Thank you!" he said happily.
He missed Su's bright red face and the small smile that graced her face.
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Fleur Delacour headed towards her carriage when she saw something that caught her eye. Beside the large lake stood the boy she had spoken to a few nights ago about the Tournament; Andrew Potter. The one the girls at the Ravenclaw table had warned her about. What interested her though was the Ravenclaw girl Andrew was currently hugging.
Question: If he had threatened the entire house without being provoked in the slightest why did those two seem to be... very friendly with one another?
Fleur decided to get to the bottom of this, would she really be willing to break up their moment though?
"Excuse me."
Andrew and Su broke apart and were surprised to see Fleur standing there. To be honest, Fleur herself was surprised to suddenly be standing in front of them.
"I am very sorry, for ze interruption."
"Oh, no worries. I spoke to you a few nights ago, yeah?" Andrew asked as he stepped back from Su but kept his hand on her shoulder lazily.
Fleur noticed this and also noticed the girl's crimson cheeks, she bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't embarrass the girl further.
"Oui, my name is Fleur, Fleur Delacour."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Andrew Potter and this is Su Li."
"Nice to meet you both." Fluer said with a nod of her head to both while shooting the girl a kind smile.
"How can we help you?" Andrew asked.
"Well, actually I vas 'oping we could discuss more on zis tournament. You 'ad some strong feelings towards it, and I am curious about more of zem." she answered honestly.
"I don't see an issue with that. Would you like to join us Su?" Andrew asked.
"Actually, err, I think I might go and send that owl to my mother. You know get an early start with that." Su said in a small voice.
"Oh... okay. No problem. Do you have an owl?" Andrew asked.
"No, but it's fine I'll just-"
"Arcanum!" Andrew yelled out, shocking both girls.
There was a moment of silence as they stared at him with furrowed brows.
Then they heard the beating of some wings and turned to see a pitch black owl land on Andrew's shoulder.
"Hey girl. I didn't think that would actually work." he said gently as he caressed her underneath her beak.
Arcanum hooted happily before lightly pecking his head.
"Ow, yes I know, I should never doubt you!" Andrew replied with a small laugh and rubbing the spot she had pecked.
"She's beautiful." Su said as she caressed the owl's head.
"Great, you already know how to get her to do what you want." Andrew replied.
"I'm sorry?"
"Use Arcanum to deliver the letter, she's just been dying to deliver something. Speaking of which actually I should send a letter off to Sirius. Find out how he's doing. But before I do that, Arc, could you take a letter off to Su's mother?"
The owl hooted happily.
"There we go." Andrew said and the beautiful owl hopped off his shoulder and lightly glided onto Su's.
"Oh... thank you." she told him.
"Don't mention it. We'll talk later, yeah?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later."
Su walked away while caressing the owl that sat on her shoulder while Andrew turned to face Fleur.
"She's sweet, how long 'ave you been togezer?" Fleur asked with a smile.
"I'm sorry?"
"You and Su?"
"Oh, oh no! Su and I aren't together. We're just friends." Andrew told her while ducking his head.
"Really? With 'ow close you two seemed, I'm sorry. It just looked like it."
"Yeah... I guess I could see that. Would you believe that we barely spoke until last year?" Andrew said with a smile.
"No, I would've thought zat you were long time... friends."
Andrew nodded before sighing.
"So, how can I help you?"
"You intrigued me, what with you being against ze tournament. I wanted to hear more about your theory."
"Oh, well then let's discuss then, shall we?"
Fleur smiled and nodded.
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Lessons continued for the students of Hogwarts and Wednesday saw Harry, Andrew, Hermione and Ron sitting in the Great Hall enjoying breakfast before headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Have you spoken to Tonks yet?" Andrew asked his brother?
"I sent her a letter telling her that Moody had said that he'd respond to her letter soon. But that won't hold her off for too long." Harry responded.
"So you really think Professor Moody is up to something?" Hermione asked looking between the two boys.
"We hope not, but I mean let's be honest every DADA Professor we've had has tried to hurt us, purposefully or not." Harry said with a shrug.
"Have you heard anything from Flitwick yet?" Ron asked.
"No, not yet. I suppose I could ask tonight at detention. He's been kind of cold towards me lately." Andrew replied.
"Oh I wonder why." Hermione chimed in sarcastically, Andrew responded with a light glare.
"We should probably head off." Harry said standing from his seat, as the others joined him they noticed Cedric Diggory walk up to the Goblet and put his name in, the flames burned bright blue before settling once again.
"You think a 'Puff could represent the school?" Ron asked with a small laugh.
"Why wouldn't they? I mean Helga Hufflepuff was supposedly the one witch Godric Gryffindor refused to duel, due to her vicious fighting style and command over one of the elements." Hermione said with a shrug.
"Wait, Hufflepuff was an elemental?" Andrew asked with eyes wide.
"Apparently." Hermione responded.
"Aren't they supposed to be like really rare?" Harry asked.
"One in One Hundred Million." Andrew replied with a whistle of appreciation.
The rest of their trek to the Defense classroom was filled with idle chatter. Once they entered the classroom they noticed they were some of the earlier occupants and took their seats.
"Potter, to the front." came a gruff command.
"Sir?" Harry and Andrew looked up at the professor.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Harry Potter; to my desk."
Harry shot his friends a look but walked over to the table nonetheless.
"Yes sir?"
"Have you spoken to Trainee Tonks, yet?"
"Yes sir, I sent her a letter letting her know that you would be informing her off everything she wanted to know."
"Hmm, good lad. Tell me, how close are you with Tonks?" Moody asked nonchalantly.
"We're friends sir. Why do you ask?" Harry replied with a slight narrowing of his eyes.
"Just curious about the people you have around you, boy." Moody said simply.
"We could try and catch him off guard." Harry heard.
"How?"
"Let slip something about Tonks that isn't true, something like that she's a seer or something. See his response."
Harry looked back at the Professor.
"Yeah, you know having a seer for a friend did kind of make things easier while she was here." Harry said with a put on laugh.
There was a moment of tense silence from Moody's side as he seemed to regard Harry with a certain... look, that the raven haired boy couldn't place.
"I can imagine, it's tough training someone who knows everything you're about to do next."
"... Yeah." Harry said with a nod. "Was that all, sir?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I think that's it." Moody told him.
When Harry made he's way back to his seat he shot Andrew a look which his brother responded with a subtle nod of his own.
Once the rest of the class had entered the room Moody stood from his desk and regarded the class before his eyes fell once again on Harry who shot him a suspicious look.
"Today, you're going to be learning about cursed fire." Moody told them.
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"He is not Alastor Moody, sir!" Harry said quickly.
"And you're proof?"
"He thinks Tonks is a seer." Andrew replied.
Flitwick blinked at this and chuckled slightly, "If she were she would've avoided all her clumsiness." The tiny professor said with a small laugh.
"Exactly. So what would you have us do about it sir?" Andrew asked.
"I believe I asked you to stay out of his way before you went and confirmed this." Flitwick said looking at the boys in a disapproving manner.
"Well, the opportunity presented itself, sir. I just acted on instinct." Harry told the professor.
"Alright. I'll need to think about this. Hopefully I'll have a response for you boys soon enough." Flitwick told them.
That night once Andrew had served his detention and made his way back to the common room he suddenly heard the sound of a spell wizzing towards him. Acting quickly he rolled out of the way and sent a banishing charm back at the attacker.
There was a moment of silence before three spells barreled towards him, he stepped out of the way of one of the spells and cast a shielding charm to negate the other two, but his shield buckled under the weight of the spells.
"Shit, damn undercasting." he muttered as he felt rage fill his system.
"Andrew?! What's going on?!" he heard in his head.
Before he could respond another barrage of spells assaulted his shield he dropped it and rolled out of the way before send a powerful diffindo at his attacker, followed by four more and finally a bombarda curse.
"Don't fuck with me, whoever you are." Andrew called out just then he had an idea.
"Andrew!"
"Fifth floor! Someone's attacking m-" Andrew didn't finish as he got caught in the shoulder by an ugly brown spell and felt an intense pain shoot through him.
"Andrew! We'll be right there!" Harry said through the link before cutting the connection.
Andrew looked back at the direction the attack came from and felt the same pain shoot through his leg before another spell hit him.
He yelled in pain but no sound came out. Bloody silencing charm.
"Expelliarmus." he heard and his wand was ripped from his wand and into the hands of his attacker who hissed and dropped it. "That is bloody hot." the attacker said. Someone Andrew didn't recognize.
"Your occlumency shields are pretty tough. So I need to do this, bare with me. Stupify."
Andrew's world went dark and he suddenly remembered what happened during the day, with a small amount of difficulty. Harry and Moody, the fact that Moody was an impostor, Sharing the information with Flitwick and him saying he'd bring it up with Madam Bones. Then as suddenly as they appeared those thoughts disappeared and he was simply swimming in blackness once more.
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"Young master, I'm sure you have plenty to say, but first you must learn of Lady Gray."
Andrew groaned slightly. "Hey man, nice to... hear you again? I suppose. So another story huh? Wait, Lady Gray? Is this Liphon's Daughter?"
"Yes the daughter of Liphon Gray, the Potions Master who's wife was slain. Young Tabitha watched as her mother was killed, the need to assist those in need was filled. She was trained by the Powells' both powerful magicals, while her father taught her how to remain practical. This next story sees her travel to unknown lands, this is where the origins of the curse began."
"Oh yeah, you did mention that last time we spoke. Alright, I guess I have time? Let's do this." And with that Andrew was taken to yet another, vision? World? Where he saw an older version of the young girl he had seen at the end of his last one.
"Alright, Tabitha. Let's see what this has to do with me." Andrew muttered as he followed her on her journey.
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In an abandoned manor in Little Hangleton, beside a cemetery sat a once powerful Dark Lord. He was being tended to by his faithful servant Yaxley, he was suspecting Pettigrew to find him, unfortunately the idiotic oaf had gotten himself captured and was currently residing in Azkaban prison.
"My Lord." Yaxley stated moving into view with his head held low.
"News from Barty?" Voldemort asked in quiet tone."
"Yes, my Lord."
"And, what did he have to say."
"Crouch has informed me that the Potter brats are aware of his ruse. Although it would seem Harry Potter is the biggest accuser. He does not believe he will be able to guide them as you had wanted him to."
"A minor setback." Voldemort hissed while still quite upset.
"There is more, my Lord, according to Crouch, the boys have informed the half Goblin Flitwick of his disguise."
"That is troublesome- and Dumbledore? What of the old man?"
"He doesn't seem to believe the Headmaster has been told, only Flitwick."
"Hmm, well that is inopportune, but of little importance as of now. Inform Barty that he is to remain at his post. I want a Potter by the end of the school year. Tell me Yaxley, how goes communications with the wolfs?"
"Sir, they were quite against the idea in the beginning, but Greyback seems to have it under control, they should be willing come Summer Solstice."
"Excellent, and what of our other... guests?"
"The Giants are reluctant, though it is believed that once you have returned to full strength that they will listen you. The Fae offered little resistance as did the Vampires, both having been targeted by the Ministry in it's current form. The Acromantula; Aragog seemed rather eager at the proposal, should Crouch be believed and we have still not heard word of the Trolls nor the Dementors." Yaxley informed Voldemort.
"That is excellent, Yaxley, you have been a most faithful servant, you shall receive many favors for what you have managed to accomplish in such little time."
"Thank you, my Lord." the servant said happily until he had another thought. "My Lord, are you not worried about Crouch being captured and forced to reveal that which he knows?"
"Hmm? Oh, do not worry about that, Yaxley. I have many barriers in place should something like that happen." Voldemort answered mysteriously.
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Andrew watched as Tabitha Gray, Daughter of Potions Master Liphon Gray went from being a small hero to an infamous Dark Lady in the span of a few years. She had traveled to a desolate town and had heard tales of a Hag who tormented the villagers; live stock went missing and children ran off presumed to be dead by their families.
They had all but begged Lady Gray to take care of the Hag. Tabitha agreed and went on to fight said Hag. The battle was long, rough and rather disgusting, Andrew noted – as the Hag used the rotting corpses of the children to assist her in the battle.
Tabitha did end up winning the fight, but not before the Hag had scratched her with her nails. Much rather than finish the job, Tabitha in her spite; left the Hag to die a slow, painful death, but that would end up being her undoing.
The Hag, with little strength managed to create a magic circle, sprinkling the blood she had acquired from Tabitha in the middle and she started her ritual. Cursing her and her bloodline. Eventually the Hag was overcome by her injuries and died, the look of pure hatred still in her eyes.
Years later Tabitha had married a young man by the name of Malphous Genveo, and together they had a son named Fredrick Gray-Genveo.
But that would be when everything started to change - Tabitha, once her son had been born went out on more adventures, each more dangerous than the last. Malphous and Liphon both worried for her and brought it up on multiple occasions that she needed to raise her boy, but those pleas fell on deaf ears.
Tabitha became obsessed with battle and soon realized that fighting the good fight hadn't been enough. She started pillaging villages herself, killing innocence and even gathered a following. Malphous at his father-in-law's heeding fled with his son in tow. Gregorous Powell; the patriarch of the Powell family offered to assist Liphon with his daughter, while sending his wife and children to be safe with Malphous.
Gregorous and Liphon were finally able to stop Tabitha, but at the expense of her life. Liphon mourned while Gregorous went to find his wife and Tabitha's husband. When news arrived Malphous was devastated but hid it from his son who had grown up to be great friends with the Powells.
The news of Tabitha Gray-Genveo was a spread through the lands, everyone knew she was the Dark Lady who had almost destroyed the upper half of the British Isles. Once he heard this Malphous did not want his son to be associated with the crimes of his mother, as such the Gray-Genveo family became the George Family to all and the dark history of their past was buried with the help of the Powell family.
"Whoa, this is crazy." Andrew commented as he watched Fredrick Gray-Genveo now Fredrick George play with the Powell kids. "What happened to Fredrick?" he asked out loud.
"Young Fredrick avoided the net of his mother but through his line there would rise another."
"Seriously? So that Hag really cursed this family hard. By the way who were the Powell's?"
"A family with it's own tale of folk, involving a wand, a stone and an invisibility cloak."
"Wait, like Harry's?"
"A line derived from pain and slaughter, this is the family who shall become Potter."
"Holy shit... so wait hold on..."
"Ah, our time is at it's end, quite the bother. But next time we shall learn how this all involves your father."
"My dad?! Wait hold on!"
Andrew didn't get to say anything else as he was torn from that mind scape and suddenly forced back to consciousness.
"Mr Potter, are you alright?" asked a familiar voice.
Andrew groaned and opened his eyes coming face to face with Madam Pomfrey.
"God, what happened?"
